#and now we can all enjoy a bit of brad staring into your soul

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They want me to be more aggressive. Send the men into this. For what? So I can come home with 21 men instead of 22? For what? // I trust your judgment, sir. // I can be wrong. A platoon commander’s situational awareness doesn’t extend very far. // Far enough, sir.

[stripper-patrick]

Heaven 🇫🇷Florian Munteanu

|part 1: Get You| |part 2: Heaven| |part 3: Hell|

Warnings: language, smut, nsfw

Song- Streets: Doja Cat

Tags: @rebellious-desires @mrsbanreswillseeyou @eclecticblkgirl @designerwriterchic @bvssmob

Relationship: Florian Munteanu x black plus sized reader

My alarm goes off and I happily get up getting ready for our trip to Paris. I go to the bathroom wetting my face with warm water seeing as cold water just makes me mad. I exfoliate my face and lips before moving on to brush my teeth and swish some mouthwash.

I hop in the shower scrubbing, shaving, and exfoliating my body with my warm vanilla sugar scented soap from bath and body works. I rinse off the soap and step out applying coconut oil to my damp body then applying the matching warm vanilla sugar lotion to lock in the moisture. I’m black we gotta stay hydrated and mind out business.

I put on some deodorant and face moisturizer grabbing a black bra and some burgundy rhinestone Brazilian panties. I grab the outfit laid on my nearby chair and my Nike air 270’s. I sit at my vanity doing a light makeup look and adding some Vaseline for that shine affect on my lips. I decide to tie up my long braids in a cute little bun and I see my phone buzz. I swipe right and answer Florian’s call “good morning” I smile

“Good morning” my breath physically catches in my throat at his deep raspy morning voice. “Are you ready?”

“Yes I am”

“Oh and be sure to have something nice we’re going to brunch with my family”

“Oh ok” I nod. I did pack some fancy outfits because it’s Paris who wouldn’t but I know China hasn’t met his family yet. “So do you fight tonight?”

“No tomorrow. And we’ll be staying with my parents at their house”

“We’re not staying in a hotel?”

“No” he chuckles

“Ok then”

....

I park my car on a vacant lot seeing a singular airplane and Florian sitting on the steps. I get out and my jaw is dropped to the core of the earth.

“Hey baby girl” he jogs over hugging me and I’m too in shock to even acknowledge the nickname. I pop the trunk and grab my suitcase before he takes it from me “I could’ve got it”

“For what I’m here. You look good”

“Thank you” I smile “so you own this plane?”

“Kinda me and my brother went half on it. You’ll get to meet him later” he winks. Flo takes my luggage to the flight attendants and holds my hand leading me into the spacious red leather interior of the plane.

“This is dope Flo” I say

“Thank you” we sit across from each other and the flight attendant brings us champagne in a glass.

I take a sip and I can taste how expensive it is.

“So how long will this flight be?”

“About 12 hours” I sigh as we take off.

“Well how do we pass time?” He cocks up his eyebrow Suggestively and I smile.

...

“Ok how old were you when you lost your virginity?” I ask looking over. We’ve now moved next to each other giggling from the champagne.

“15” he answers. We’re playing a game of truth or strip. It’s simple. If you don’t wanna answer your truth you have to strip. Better than truth or dare. He has taken off his socks, shirt and watch and I took off my biker shorts and socks.

“Oh” I nod “if you had to choose between me and Brad Pitt to have sex with who would it be”

“Can I choose both?” I laugh

“Nope”

“Ok I would choose you” I laugh “I don’t know Brad like that or how good he is”

“How do you know I’m good in bed?” he leans getting closer.

“Aside from the details China tells me I can tell you know how to use what you got”

“What do you mean?” He smiles.

“You know what I mean” I laugh. Deep down I want him to prove me right but that would be completely outta line.

“I need an example” all of a sudden I’m shy but not to shy to bite my tongue.

“Like your tongue you look like you know how to use it in the best way” He doesn’t say anything he just stares at me. I feel myself leaning in. He’s leaning too. Our lips attach and it was like a flame was set off in my body. I’m frozen but my lips are still moving in sync with his.

Flo’s large hand caresses thigh then bring them in my underwear rubbing slowly at my clit. I moan in his mouth and he speeds up. Out of instinct I try to close my thighs arching my back but he keeps a good grip. He slips a finger in and starts kissing my neck. I moan out but the flash of my best friends face crosses my mind and I place my hands on his shoulders and stop all movements.

“You’re with China” I say breathing heavily. He nods looking down and my clit is throbbing and so badly I want so much more but I know I’d feel the worse whether China found out or not.

“You’re right I’m sorry” he nods taking his hand out of my underwear. His fingertip is wet with my juices and I let out a puff of air holding my head in my hands. I grab my pants and we redress ourselves before sitting back down. I sigh closing my eyes getting comfortable. All I can think about is his head between my legs and him being dominant and absolutely man-handling me. I open my eyes again looking out the window at the dark night sky.

‘Something takes over me and I straddle Flo and grab his arms wrapping them around me. I grab his face kissing him and he grinds me against his hard on. He’s quick to pull off my underwear and shimmy down his pants just a little bit. The tip inserts through my walls and I-‘

“Y/N you should probably get some rest” I snap out of my thoughts and he’s just staring at me.

“Yea you’re right” he stands to grabbing two blankets from the closet. He hands me one and I give off a small smile and a thank you. I pull the heavy soft blanket over my body up to my chin before taking a deep breath that transitions me into a deep sleep.

...

I wake up just at sunrise to see Florian asleep. He looks peaceful when he’s asleep. I look out the window watching the beautiful sky. It’s painted a mix of pink purple and yellow in the cleanest way.

I smile and stand up stretching my legs and back. There’s a big window at the back of the plane and I walk back there folding my arms just looking.

I feel arms around my waist and Florian’s hand slides up my neck to my jaw bringing my lips to his. I can’t help but kiss back now. This is so wrong but it feels so right.

I turn my body taking in his embrace and his hands go down to my butt giving it a light squeeze. He stops kissing me and walks away back to his seat. I watch his eyes close and I go sitting next to him. I lay my head on his shoulder. He wraps his arm around me and I lay on his chest drifting to sleep once again.

...

We are just getting off the plane in the warm climate of France. Considering it’s spring there’s a slight chill in the air making me put on a light jacket. Flo grabs our bags taking it to the car and the driver gets out. He looks like Flo honestly. Not as tall but still over 6 feet, green hazel eyes, pretty smile. The have a resemblance towards each other. Florian gives him a big hug with a laugh “how’ve you been?” The guy asks

“I’ve been good. This is Y/N. Y/N this is my brother Daniel” he opens his arms and I give him a big hug.

“Nice to meet you” he smiles

“Nice to meet you too”

“How’s China” he glances at me smiling

“She’s great” he nods

“Good well let’s not waste any time let’s go” he nods. I get in the backseat and I see a woman in the front. “Hi I’m Amelia” she introduces. Perfect skin, long legs, gorgeous blonde hair. She’s a model.

“Hi I’m Y/N” she smiles sweetly and turns around. Florian sits next to me and his brother gets in the driver seat as we pull off in the beautiful city of Paris. Or as I like to call it, Heaven.

As we go through I’m glued to the window tapping Flo’s thigh every time I see something cool like mimes, flowers, and even puppies. I notice Flo’s hand on my thigh and I want to move it so badly for the sake of just feeling bad but I can’t. This feels so good.

We arrive at the house shortly after and it’s huge to say the least. I get out and Daniel opens the trunk. I go to grab my bag and Florian smacks my hand. My jaw drops with a laugh emitting from both of us while Daniel and his wife walk by.

“I’ll get it” he says. He picks up my suitcase and his as well rolling both of them into the house. I’m still enjoying the exterior. An older gentleman comes out looking at me. I walk up to him and a huge smile spreads across his face. “Are you English?” His thick accent much like Flo’s emits through his perfect teeth.

“Close. American. I’m Y/N, Florian’s friend”

“No girlfriend?” His thick accent doesn’t stop the curiosity but still love coming from him.

“No she’s at home” I smile. He extends his arms pulling me in for a hug. He smells like teakwood and a little bit of backwoods.

“We have dinner tonight. You like goat?”

“Never tried it” I laugh. He wraps his arm around my shoulder walking me into his house “your house is beautiful”

“Thank you. Me and my wife built it when Daniel was born” he explains “from the ground up and this is one house I will never get rid of”

“I’m just in love with it” an older woman appears with broad shoulders and a disgusted look on her face staring right into my soul.

“Who this?” She asks pointing to me. I hate when people wave their fingers in my face it makes me wanna fight. But for her sake I’ll chalk it up to a culture difference.

“Diana this is Y/N Florian’s friend” his father speaks “oh my apologies my name is Emilio”

“You think you’re good enough for my son?”

“Excuse me?”

“Ma stop” Florian scolds “what the hell is wrong with you”

“I apologize she can be a handful sometimes. Which is why we’re separated” Emilio says to me. I can’t help but giggle and he shows me around more with Flo behind us.

...

I get out the steamy shower and a knock comes at my door. I open it slightly seeing its Florian dressed in a Nike tracksuit. I’m only in a towel and I smile at him. “Hey you look good” I step aside allowing him in and he shuts the door sitting on the bed.

“Thanks” he answers “you look better. I think my mom will love that” he laughs

“Funny” I smile sarcastically laughing to myself

“Y/N I’m sorry but I just can’t help myself when I’m around you. Every time even when all of us like me you and China are together I want to make you mine and I know that’s your best friend-“ I cut him off with a kiss. That’s that wrenching feeling inside of me knowing I’m going to hurt my best friend is strong. But my feelings for him are stronger. What we have built is too strong for me to just walk away.

“Let’s just have fun this weekend and we’ll see where to go from there” I reassure him. Florian slides his hand up my thigh dangerously close to my bare pussy. Before he moves any higher I push his hand away “I have to get ready”

“Alright alright” he stands up “just meet me downstairs” he kisses my head and I shut the door behind him. I sigh shaking my head ridding myself of the thought that betrays myself and my best friend the most. I go in my suitcase grabbing the short casual t-shirt dress I brought. It accentuates my curves but still is simple.

I grab some sandals sliding those on and snapping the strap to my ankle. I take one last look in the mirror before opening the door to his mother standing right in front of me. “Hi?” I respond in more of a question like tone

“Are you going to Florians fight in 2 days?” She asks

“I am” she rolls her eyes muttering something under her breath. “What was that?” I call out daring her to say it again. People, especially older people, need to realize respect isn’t given it’s earned and if you put me in a position where I have every right to disrespect you, then that’s that.

“Take your ass back on the plane and go home. My son doesn’t need you” Just then I hear Florian yell and he comes up the stairs.

“Let’s go Y/N” he grabs my hand but I yank it away too heated in the moment to understand he means good.

“Nah she wanna sit here and keep disrespecting me. I’ve had enough. Me and him aren’t-“ Florian picks me up taking me downstairs where he sets me down on my feet. His hands are still clad at my waist as I fume.

“I’m tired of her talking to me like she’s lost her gotdamn mind”

“Just don’t let her get to you. I’ll talk to her later tonight. Please” he begs. I sigh and he pulls me in for a tight hug. I take a deep breath of his cologne gathering my thoughts. I let go and walk in front of him to the kitchen earning a swat to my behind. I shake my head and we approach the table full of others. They all stare at me including his mother sitting at the end. I sit down and Flo sits next to me. The maids bring out an appetizer and it’s an orange soup. I grab my spoon taking a sip and it’s delicious.

“This is called a zuppa toscana” Emilio says “something my mother used to make me and my brothers all the time” he smiles. The family engulfs themselves in chatty conversations and I continue sipping on my soup. Flashbacks of the plane and Florian rubbing my pussy keep hitting me creating a waterfall in my panties. I can already feel their soaked through. I stretch my hand on his thigh lightly resting it there. Florian glances at me before going back to his food. I move my hand on top of his crotch rubbing lightly making a firm grip. I feel his thigh twitch and his hazel turn into a dark brown. I keep rubbing him through his pants feeling him harden. I keep rubbing until the chef comes out of the kitchen.

“The food is taking some time but it will be out shortly” the chef announces smiling.

“Perfect Y/N come with me” Florian grabs my hand dragging me with him throughout the house.

He opens the big glass door and lets me out first. I look around seeing we’ve entered a beautiful garden. “This is gorgeous” he shuts the door and grabs my hand not saying a word. Florian leads me through it to a bench in front of some flowers. I bite my lip and he wraps his hand around my throat sealing any space between us with a kiss. His hands move to my butt giving it a nice squeeze. I gasp feeling his tongue slip in my mouth. I feel dizzy and hot. I’m not sure who’s air I’m breathing anymore. He lets go and I suck in a breath of air as Florian sits on the bench. He pulls my dress off tearing off the thin fabric of my lace thong. He sits me on his lap and I wrap my arms around his broad shoulders. I grind along his hard-on as he grips the back of my neck holding me in a powerful kiss. I lift my dress up pulling my underwear to the side while he unbuckles his pants. Florian lets out a big girthy dick and I watch as it pulsates and leaked with precum.

I grab ahold of it and glide myself onto him feeling his dick expand my walls gracefully. Once I’m fully on him Florian grabs my hips digging into them guiding me to ride him. This increases my pleasure somehow.

“I’ve waited for this for so long” he moans bucking my hips faster. I bounce my ass and my acrylics glide through his short hair. My breath is caught in my throat by how fast I’m going and how big he is. My hands move to his chest and I let out that first succulent moan. Florian rolls my hips faster attaching his lips to my neck heightening my pleasure. I claw at his chest hearing his deep voice rumble in my neck “I’ve wanted this tight pussy around my cock and in my mouth since I first met you”

My moans get louder hearing his vulgarity and my legs begin shaking from the pressure building in my center. Florian holds me down with one arm and his other hand snakes up to my mouth silencing my moans. Somehow this makes this rendezvous 10x hotter. He starts pounding me out from below and the only thing you can hear is skin slapping on skin and his low grunts and moans.

“Are you gonna cum on me?” I nod furiously trying to push away from his death grip. The pounding becoming too much “uh uh take this dick”

I have no choice but to sit there and take it. My entire body tensed and I begin my convulsions while gripping on the bottom of his shirt. He takes his hand off my mouth and I instantly move to his neck where loud moans are muffled in his shirt. “Fuck I’m gonna cum” I hop off to the best of my ability and get on my knees. I grab the base of his dick jerking it hard while sucking on the tip. Before I know it warm, bitterness is brought into my mouth while he grips the edge of the bench moaning. He’s gripping so hard that his knuckles are turning white.

“That’s my girl” I milk him dry and keep sucking until he’s begging me to stop. I come off his member with a pop and smile at him. Florian grabs my throat giving me a wet sloppy nasty kiss.

“You’re so nasty” he smiles “I love it”

I pull my dress down and discard my underwear in my bra. Florian fixes himself and I see the door open. It’s the chef.

“The food is ready. I was told you might be out here since it’s your favorite spot”

“Yes thank you. Just showing her the flowers” he extends his hand and I walk in front of him. The chef leaves the door open walking away and I giggle to myself thinking of what we just did. I’m gonna beat myself up later about it.

[jeni182]

Hi here's a prompt: Andrew keeps insisting it's 'nothing' right? So now Neil is hell bent on making him admit that it isn't, so he's trying various things to do so, including making him jealous.

First, I’m sorry this took so long! Second, I know this is probably not what you had in mind and I’m sorry for that. This is just where my mind took it, and I think I just didn’t want to see Neil making Andrew mad on purpose to get him to admit it bc I’m fragile okay I HOPE THIS IS FINE.

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Andrew’s mouth was cold.

Usually, it was warm, and Neil knew it would warm up soon enough, but he’d been sucking on an ice cube right before they kissed, and Neil was enjoying the novelty of a cold mouth on his own.

They were at the Columbia house in their room, in their bed, in their feelings. Neil was, anyway. He suspected Andrew was too, but he’d never admit it.

That was the thing though, wasn’t it? They’d been doing this for a year now. They’d been together practically every second. They’d stood together and fought together and taken each other apart together, after slowly and carefully building trust bit by bit.

Neil pulled away from Andrew’s mouth, panting slightly. Andrew turned his attention to Neil’s neck instead, and he had to fight against the urge to close his eyes.

“Hey.” Andrew stopped and looked at him. “One of the soccer guys asked if you were my boyfriend.”

Andrew’s face didn’t change. “So?”

Neil shrugged. “I didn’t know what to tell him.”

“You? At a loss for words? Wonders never cease.” Andrew didn’t lean down to kiss Neil again, and Neil knew he wouldn’t. He’d wait until it was made clear that Neil wanted to keep going. He sat up instead. They faced each other on the bed and Neil looked down to the soft black blanket Andrew kept on it because he liked rubbing his feet against it at night.

“Seriously, though. What should I have said? Are we?”

“Are we what?”

“Boyfriends?”

Andrew tilted his head just slightly, his mouth turning down a bit at the corner. “No,” he finally said, and moved to leave the bed. Neil stood with him to stand in front of him.

“So, what then? It’s been a year Andrew. This is still nothing? This is still just a fun way for you to pass the time?” Neil hated the way he sounded. This wasn’t him. Whining and carrying on about labels. He didn’t even need a label, really. He just wanted Andrew to admit that yes this was something and yes Neil was something.

Andrew patted his pockets like he was looking for his cigarettes. “Fun is objective, don’t you think?”

Neil crossed his arms, clenched his jaw, and threw his cards on the table. “So, you’d be totally fine if I hooked up with someone else? Since this is nothing and I’m nothing?”

Andrew’s head snapped up and his gaze met Neil’s. He could see a muscle tic in Andrew’s jaw, but all he said was, “Do what you want.”

He left the room. Neil didn’t follow him.

****

They were quiet with each other after that. Still together, still connected. It was like Andrew was inside his own head constantly, but Neil didn’t mind. He didn’t really know what to say anyway. He was still thinking about it but pushing Andrew to admit something he wasn’t ready to didn’t seem like a good idea.

They were in the library one day, studying for midterms. Neil felt good about this, because Andrew despised the library and the fact that he was here at all was, Neil was pretty sure, just to be with him. They sat across from each other, both reading. Neil, a history textbook. Andrew, something that looked very unacademic.

Neil startled a little when someone slid into the seat next to his. He’d gotten too comfortable here, he thought for the millionth time. He was out of immediate danger, sure. But for how long?

He looked to the person next to him, and it was a guy he vaguely remembered from one of his math classes.

“Hey, Neil.”

Neil didn’t say anything. He looked at the guy confused. He didn’t know his name. Tad or Jake or Brad or something similar to the hundreds of other white guys at this school who all looked exactly the same to him. Brown hair, eyes, a nose maybe, taller, weakness is in their lack of speed.

Tad or Jake or Brad cleared his throat, eyes flicking to Andrew before landing back on Neil’s face. Neil looked at Andrew too, who was still staring at his book, eyes not moving.

“I just wondered if maybe you want to study together? This statistics final is gonna kill me, and I know you’re so good at this.” He flashed Neil a smile of straight white teeth.

Neil shrugged. “I guess, sure.” He needed to study, too, after all. He didn’t think he’d have a problem, but his scholarship was dependent on his grades and the last thing he needed was to risk it now that his choices were to go pro or die.

“Perfect. Here’s my number.” He reached over and used Neil’s pencil to write his number on the corner of his history textbook, which seemed unnecessarily rude. He squeezed Neil’s arm and left with one last glance at Andrew. Neil watched him leave before shrugging to himself and looking back down at his book. He could feel Andrew’s eyes burning a hole in the top of his head a minute later.

“What?” he asked, without looking up.

Andrew didn’t answer. Neil did look up at him then, confused. He was staring at Neil with his normal blank expression, but there was something about the tightness around his mouth, the slight narrowing of his eyes that Neil didn’t like.

“What’s wrong?”

Andrew stood, shoving his book in his bag and leaving the library without looking back. Neil started to follow him but stopped. Whatever Andrew was pissed about, he probably just wanted space to sort it out. Neil knew by now that bugging Andrew to talk was only more likely to send him deeper inside his shell. So, he stayed in his seat, wrote flashcards to study, and thought about Andrew the whole time.

He let him have until after dinner before he tracked him down to the roof. Andrew was there like he was always there. Sitting at the edge with his knees pulled up, arms circling them loosely. A bottle of vodka at his hip and the acrid scent of cigarettes on the air. Neil took a seat beside him and looked out over the glowing lights of campus.

Neil waited for Andrew to talk first. Whatever this was, he was here as silent support until otherwise requested.

“Did you set up your date?”

Neil looked at Andrew in surprise. “Date?”

“With statistics boy. He seemed awfully eager.” Andrew threw his cigarette off the side and immediately lit another one.

“You mean to study? No, that exam isn’t until next week.”

Andrew snorted. “Oh, Neil. You can’t be this clueless. Don’t think I didn’t notice that you mention hooking up with other people and then you agree to study with a guy who looks at you like he’s already fucked you.”

Neil’s hackles rose immediately. “I seem to remember you telling me to do what I want. Or did I hear that wrong?”

Andrew threw the new cigarette off the edge, too. Even though it was only half spent. “No, you didn’t.”

“Then why are you complaining?”

Andrew took a swig of the vodka in answer, and Neil grabbed it from him before he could take another.

“I don’t plan on hooking up with anyone else. I don’t want to hook up with anyone else. I still don’t swing for anyone but you, in case you’ve forgotten. That guy was asking me to study, and I agreed. I’m not going to manipulate you into admitting that there’s something here by fucking someone else. If you really think I’d do that, you don’t know me at fucking all which is a shame, because I know you, Andrew.”

Andrew laughed with no humor. It was sad, and Neil thought maybe a little broken. “You don’t know me.” Neil’s chest tightened to the point of pain. Because he did know him. He knew this man, knew him better than he knew himself sometimes.

“Yeah?” Neil leaned into Andrew’s space and Andrew did not lean away. “I know you’re afraid of heights, and you’re afraid of me. I know you think as soon as you admit to yourself - to me - that this isn’t just two guys getting off together, it becomes real. It’s one more thing for you to lose in a life where you’ve lost so fucking much. It’s one more thing someone can hold against you when they want to hurt you again.” Neil leaned closer, and not getting any resistance from Andrew, he placed a kiss on his neck. Andrew shivered. “I know you’ve never had this, because I’ve never had it either. And I know it’s scary, because I’m scared too. But Andrew,” Neil sighed and leaned back again, “I’ve been nothing my entire life. I still feel like nothing sometimes. You are my something, and the fact that you also think I’m nothing is fucking soul crushing sometimes. As much as you don’t want to hear it, you are everything.”

Andrew looked from Neil to campus, and Neil watched his throat work as he swallowed hard. He closed his eyes before looking back to Neil.

“Are you going to study with that guy?”

“Not if you don’t want me to.” Neil honestly didn’t know if the guy was flirting, but if it was something Andrew took this seriously, he would take it seriously, too.

“I don’t want you to.” He took out his pack of cigarettes but didn’t light another one. He just flipped it over and over in his hands.

“Why?” Neil couldn’t help but ask.

Andrew looked at him, pale and washed out from the artificial lights, but eyes still bright as they landed on his.

“Because you are everything, too.”

 AO3

[superbadassnatural]

Stranger - part one

Summary: After a disastrous date, Y/N decides to drown her sorrows in a bar a few blocks down the road. Luckily, she meets a stranger that manages to talk some sense into her. Pairing: Dean x Reader (future) // Mason (OMC) x Reader (past) Word count: 3,493 Warnings:little bit of angst, fluff, break-up, Dean being the true gentleman he is A/N: this was written for “1541 Folllowers Celebration” hosted by the sweetest of all @herstarburststories (I’m sorry this took me so long). The prompt is bolded. Hope you all enjoy!

(x)

“Whiskey,” a gravel voice mixed with the sound of the stool being pulled out of the counter. “Neat.”

You couldn’t bring yourself to look in that direction. You didn’t want another person to see your face. Not that you cared that strangers saw you crying, but you were already feeling humiliated enough for one night. You downed your shot, closing your eyes as your throat burned.

The music filled your ears. You could only hope this man wouldn’t say a word to you. He was the first person to sit near you since you got here. No one dared to take place even remotely close to you, not even three stools from yours. No one wanted to sit beside a crying mess. No one wanted to feel obliged to ask if everything was fine, even though they already knew the answer.

Sometimes you hated how curious you were. You wanted to know if the man was as handsome as you imagined when you heard his voice. You shouldn’t look. The music. Focus on the music. Loud pop songs echoed in the crowded bar. A group of girls danced and screamed over the dance floor. It seemed to be like a bachelorette party. A few guys hustled pool in the back. Others tried to make their way to undergrads’ panties. Older men sat alone in booths, nursing their beer. On your peripheral view, you watched as the man tapped his glass, asking for a refill. The barman poured him another shot of whiskey.

“Mike, can I get more vodka, please?” You held your glass out for him, batting your eyelashes.

“You already had enough, Y/N,” he walked to you, his lips pressed into a thin line.

“But it did me good, didn’t it?” You raised your eyebrows. “Look, I’m not even crying anymore.”

“I know, but we should get you in a cab.”

“Just one more shot and I promise that’s it for the night,” you stuck out your pinky finger to him. He only shook his head.

“We’ve already done this three times.”

“Fourth time's the charm,” you smirked.

“Only one shot and you’re done,” he warned, pouring your drink. “Then it’s just water for you.”

“Thanks, Mike,” grinning, you took the glass from the counter and downed it.

A sigh escaped your lips as the drink burned its way down your throat. You felt a pair of eyes heavy on you. Placing the empty glass on the wooden counter, you turned to the stranger sitting within two feet from you. Piercing green eyes roamed over your form, studying you until they found their way to your eyes. Your breath hitched in your throat as he seemed to stare deep into your soul. It felt as if he was unveiling your deepest secrets. You half-smiled at him with a little raise of your hand in a finger wave. He raised his glass before bringing it to his lips.

“I’m Dean,” he said with a warm smile.

“Y/N,” the sound of your voice helped to remind you of your real condition.

God, he must think you were some lunatic.

You turned away from him, facing the countless bottles displaying in front of you. Your hands flew to your face, fingers trying to clean the smeared mascara under your eyes. On your peripheral view, you noticed the man standing up from his seat. A shaky sigh escaped your lips as he started walking towards you.

“May I?” He asked, hand on the metal stool beside you.

You nodded, not trusting your voice to give him a decent answer. You just wanted to be left alone, but you didn’t want to sound rude. Unlike other people in the bar, he didn’t give you the same pitiful look. His eyes only showed kindness.

“I heard these guys have the best burger in town,” he said. “Is it true?”

Without averting your gaze from the bottles in the display, you shrugged. You could feel his eyes on you. He clicked his tongue, pursing his lips.

“You from around here? Have you eaten here before?” you didn’t answer him. “Right,” he sighed. “Guess we should order and see it for ourselves then.”

“Look, I’m sorry,” you turned to him. “I don’t know what you’re doing, but I didn’t come here to flirt. So if you don’t mind-“

“Wow, wow, I’m gonna have to stop you there,” his green eyes widened. “I’m not trying to flirt with you or anything. Don’t get me wrong, but you seemed pretty beaten up so I thought that maybe you would enjoy some company to get your mind off whatever it is that’s bothering you. Now if you don’t want me here, then just say the word and I’m gone.”

“No, uh, you can stay I guess.”

“Good,” he gave you a short nod. “Burgers?”

“Yeah,” you smiled weakly.

Dean ordered a bacon cheeseburger with a portion of french fries. You decided to order the same. The two of you waited in silence. Not that there was a need to say anything. The food arrived along with two beers. A moan escaped Dean’s lips once he took a bite of his burger.

“Hmmm, this is so good,” he grumbled, his eyes closed and mouthful.

Your lips curled into a small smile at the sight of the stranger savoring his food. You took a bite of your burger, repressing a moan in the back of your throat. It wasn’t the first time you’d tried their food, but it had been a while though. They still had the best cheeseburger in town for sure.

“It’s good, huh?” He asked you, lips curled upwards.

“Yeah, it is.”

You finished the rest of your food in comfortable silence. Both too focused on the heavenly taste and the greasy french fries.

“Shit, you shouldn’t be having that,” he said as you took a sip of your beer.

“Of course I should.”

“No, you shouldn’t,” he shook his head. “That Mike guy said you already had enough to drink tonight and from now on you would only have water.”

“Oh, c’mon, I’m not even drunk,” you nearly whined. “And why would you care?”

“I don’t know,” he shrugged. “I just know that if you get really drunk to the point you won’t be able to walk, then someone might want to take advantage of you.”

“Hmmm, you got a point,” you took another gulp of your beverage and he gave you a sharp look. “But you see, Mike is my friend so he’s not gonna let anyone take advantage of me. Especially you.”

“Me?” His green eyes widened, voice rising about an octave or two. “Especially me?”

“I don’t know you. In fact, you could be pretending to be nice just to drug me or something.”

“I’d never do that,” he sounded truly offended.

“How am I supposed to know you’re saying the truth?”

“Guess you just gotta trust me.”

“Yeah, right,” you scoffed, downing the last bit of your drink. “The last time I trusted somebody all I got was an astronomical heartbreak.”

“Since I’m a stranger, I can’t break your heart.”

“But you could kill me,” you pointed out.

“Yeah, ‘cause I’m a serial killer,” he rolled his eyes, returning his attention to the bottle in his hand and downing the rest of the beer. “I’m not a serial killer.”

“I know,” you chuckled. “You look harmless, Dean. You seem as innocent as a puppy.”

Dean rolled his eyes, signaling to the bartender to serve another round.

“So do you mind me asking what you're doing here?” He asked, green eyes searching for any expression that gave away the reason you were alone on a Friday night.

“Well, since you’re just a stranger and you’re not a serial killer, then I don’t mind you asking,” you pointed. “My boyfriend broke up with me.”

“That sucks,” he muttered before gulping his beer. “Guess that’s why you look like you’ve been crying for hours on end, right?”

“Right,” you clicked your tongue. “What about you, Dean? What’re you doing here alone on a Friday night?”

“Relaxing I guess,” he shrugged. “Plus, a friend of mine told me the food here is great. I had to figure that out for myself.”

“Hmmm, I see,” you nodded. “Guess I look terrible right now.”

“I wouldn’t say terrible,” he leaned to your side, his lips curving in a playful smile. “You don’t look terrible, Y/N. You actually caught my eyes when I stepped inside.”

“Then you saw my face and-“

“Then I saw your face and wondered what could have broken that pretty girl’s spirit.”

“Mason happened,” you mumbled, eyes focused on the recently opened bottle in your hands.

“So the douche has a name.”

“I thought he was going to propose,” you chuckled humorlessly before taking a large gulp of your beer. “Can you believe it? How crazy is that? I was sure he was gonna propose and he broke up with me!”

“He might be worse than I thought.”

“Oh, he is. I was sure he was planning a surprise. Who the hell invites someone to their favorite restaurant just to break up with them? C’mon, look at me,” you motioned to your body. “I dressed up for this. I put on a really nice dress just to look good. ‘Cause I knew I’d remember this. I was sure I was gonna come back home with a diamond ring on my finger and we’d have some hot ‘hey, we’re engaged’ sex. I’m ridiculous.”

“No, you’re not. That guy certainly didn’t deserve you. If he wanted to break up, he wouldn’t have given you hope for a brighter future.”

“I was probably reading too much into this.”

“So? He still shouldn’t have done it this way.”

“Can you believe he didn’t even pay the check?” A dry chuckle escaped your lips.

“He’s a dick.”

“You know the greatest loves of all time are over now,” you sighed, taking a bite of the last french fry.

“No, they are not,” he shook his head vehemently, staring back at you with wide eyes.

“How do you know that?”

“How do you know they are?” He challenged.

“Look around, Dean,” you said. “Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt? Ashton Kutcher and Demi Moore? Jennifer Lopez and Ben Affleck? DiCaprio and Gisele? They all broke up.”

“So what?” Dean blurted out, his voice rising. “That doesn’t mean anything.”

“Of course it does,” you argued. “They’re all beautiful, smart, kind people and they are alone. People looked up to them. If they got divorced, then what’s left for me?”

“You have nothing to do with them,” he said. “And since you care so much about famous people and their relationships why aren’t you talking about Beckham and Victoria? Obama and Michelle? Gisele married freaking Tom Brady. He’s way better than DiCaprio,” he pointed out. “The greatest loves of all time aren’t over, Y/N.”

“But why does it feel like they are?”

Tears started to well in your eyes. Your voice wavered just above a whisper. Dean smiled sympathetically.

“You just had your heart broken by someone you care about. It’s okay to feel this way.”

“You’re a nice guy, you know?”

“I heard that once or twice,” he smiled, his head ducking down to hide the blush that crept up in his cheeks. “Now where’s that restaurant you mentioned?”

“Just a few blocks from here. The fancy Italian one,” Dean nodded. “Why?”

“Not today of course, but I’m gonna take you there again sometime.”

“Are you asking me on a date?” Teasingly, your lips curled into a smirk. You were having a blast watching him get all flustered.

“No, what I’m saying is since that’s one of your favorite restaurants, you shouldn’t have a bad memory of it.”

“Thanks,” you smiled, your eyes finding his beautiful green irises. “Dean? Can I ask you a favor?”

“Sure, anything. Shoot.”

“When I walked down to this bar I had made up my mind that I would get drunk tonight,” you admitted. “It’s much easier to deal with a hangover in the morning than crying myself to sleep. Can you respect that?” You offered him the best pleading look you could muster.

“Yeah, I can,” he nodded, finishing his drinking and calling for another round. “I don’t judge you, alright?”

“You don’t?” Dean noticed a spark in your eyes when you heard his words.

“I don’t,” he smiled. “I’ve been there. It was a long time ago but I still remember how much it hurt. I drowned my sorrows throughout the whole week. I stank alcohol. Then things got better. They always do. You might not see it now, but you will.”

“Why are you being so nice to me?”

Dean only shrugged. Silence fell between you. Dean finished what it was his last beer while you had a few more and some whiskey shots. Every gulp seemed like a better idea. It was. Anything was better than having that dull ache in your chest.

“Why did he do that?” You drawled as a cry broke out. Dean snapped from his thoughts and turned to you. “If he didn’t love me anymore, why couldn't he make it painless?”

“Because he’s an idiot and he only cared about himself.”

“Why people always leave me? Am I this broken that people just feel like they need to go away?”

“No, of course not,” his voice was gentle, his hand reached up to your cheek, fingers wiping the tears that fell freely. “You’re not broken, Y/N.”

“How can you say that? You don’t even know me.”

“It doesn’t matter. You’re not broken and if people leave you, then it’s their loss,” a weak smile appeared on your lips. “You wanna hear something?” You only nodded. “What kind of tree fits in your hand?”

“What?” You asked with a tilt of your head. Your mind was too foggy to understand where he wanted to get with that.

“What kind of tree fits in your hand?” He asked again, a playful smile hanging on his lips.

“None,” your eyes casted down to your hands, examining them carefully. “My hand is too small to fit a tree.”

“No, Y/N,” he shook his head, trying to hold back his laugh. “It’s a palm tree.”

You stared blankly at him. Dean could almost see the gears in your head slowly spinning due to the alcohol. When you didn’t laugh, he decided it was better to explain it to you.

“Y/N,” he took your hand in his big one. You hummed. “A palm tree.”

“Oh,” you muttered, gaze fixated on your hand in his. Dean searched for any sign that would give away what you thought of his stupid joke. “Oh!” You blurted.

A wave of laughter came out louder than you expected. His joke finally made sense to you. Dean chuckled. He was relieved you found it funny. At least the drunk version of you did. Your laugh was contagious and the most heartwarming sound Dean had heard in months. He watched hiccups escape your lips with a smile.

“Alright, I think you had enough now,” Dean reached for the beer bottle on the wooden counter, he took a gulp and fished it. “We should get you home.”

“Okay,” you sighed, hands fumbling in your purse in search of your phone. “Here,” you placed it in his hands. “Call an Uber for me. It’s-“

“You’re not getting in an uber like this,” he shook his head. “C’mon, I’ll drop you home.”

Dean placed some bills on the counter, enough to cover your drinks and a generous tip. You hopped off the stool in a quick movement, feet wobbling, legs barely able to hold your weight.

“Hey, easy there,” he said, his hands wrapping on your biceps, keeping you steady. “Can you walk?”

“Mmhmm.”

You followed him to his car. Giggles escaped your lips out of nowhere. Dean only smiled with a shook of his head. He opened the door for you, making sure you wouldn’t bump your head or just fall on the passenger seat. You mumbled your address and were surprised that he understood what you said.

“I… I got a joke too,” your tongue drawled most ridiculously.

“You do?” He chuckled, taking a quick glance at you before turning his attention back to the road.

“I do.”

Dean waited for you to share but nothing came out.

“You not gonna share?”

“What do you call a be- a bear with no ears?” You hooted.

“What?” He smiled at you.

“A B.”

Dean chuckled. It wasn’t the kind of laugh you were expecting though. He glanced at you and noticed your arms crossed over your chest while a pout hung on your lips.

“What’s wrong?”

“You didn’t like it,” you mumbled.

“Of course I did,” he nearly squealed.

He pulled up in the driveway and put the car in park. Dean climbed out of it and circled. A creak echoed through your dizzy head as he opened the door. You hopped off your seat, wobbly feet causing you to lose your balance. Firm, warm hands wrapped on your elbows, keeping you from falling. You were so tired and your legs weren’t even cooperating.

“You sure you can walk?” His emerald eyes scanned you. You only shook your head in defeat, not even daring to meet his eyes. “Okay. Just gimme your keys then.”

Hands fumbling in your purse, you found the keys and handed them to him.

“It’s the bigger one,” you told him.

Dean nodded. Before your tipsy mind could get a hold of what was happening, your feet were off the ground. One arm was under your legs and the other supported your back. You wrapped your arms around his neck, nuzzling into his chest. The warmth of his body irradiated through the layers of clothing. His musky scent was almost inebriating.

“Hmmm, so comfy,” you muttered against his flannel.

Dean walked with you in his arms to the front door. He managed to open it without having to let go of you. Stepping inside, his eyes roamed over the living room.

“My bedroom is in the far end,” you explained, voice muffled by the fabric of his shirt, eyes closed.

The door to your room was open and Dean was glad for that. He walked in carefully not to have you bumping your head against the doorframe. Dean placed you on the bed. Your entire body relaxed at the feeling of the soft mattress. He removed your boots and you curled up on your side, opening your eyes to see him sitting beside you.

“You okay?” He asked, fingers gently tucking a few strands of hair behind your ear.

“Been better,” you said sleepily. “Doesn’t hurt anymore.”

“Good. I’m glad,” he smiled, his thumb caressed your cheek. “You’re tired. I should get going.”

“Don’t,” you whined, holding his wrist. “Stay, please.”

“Only for a little while.”

“The room is spinning,” you chuckled.

“God, you’re gonna wake up to a killer hangover.”

“Yep.”

You got lost in his jade eyes, enjoying his proximity and the feeling of his fingers on your cheek. Even in your drunk state, you could still make some of his gorgeous features.

“Why can’t I just fall in love with someone like you?” Your voice was barely audible as you dragged out most words. “You barely even know me, but you’re already taking care of me. You’re one of the good guys, Dean.”

“I try, sweetheart,” he smiled.

“I can see myself falling for you.”

“Nah, you can’t,” he scoffed. “You’re probably seeing two of me right now.”

“Yeah,” you chuckled.

“I’m gonna get you some water, then you’ll go to sleep, alright?”

“Alrighty,” you yawned.

Dean headed to the kitchen to get you a glass of water. He felt bad seeing you this way. He could see it in your eyes how much you were hurting over the break-up. He walked back into the room only to find you already asleep, curled on your side. He placed the glass on the nightstand.

Before leaving, Dean searched for some paper. He fumbled in your drawers, finding a block of sticky notes and a pen. He wrote down on the paper and left it on the nightstand, your phone on top of it. Dean exited the room, closing the door behind him, and left the house. He made his way to the car and he couldn’t help but hope he’d see you again.

Tomorrow you’d wake up to a pounding headache, a dry mouth, and several waves of nausea. Then you’d found his note resting under your phone.

You probably don’t remember me, but I’m the guy who brought you home safe and sound. I can help you remember what happened last night. And I kinda owe you a date to that restaurant you like. Just call me: (785) 389-7216 or don’t. I don’t know. - Dean.

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Crush - David Pastrnak

Summary: David has a schoolboy crush on Y/n and he can’t figure out a way to ask her out, feeling nervous about it for the first time in his life.

Words: 2168

“I knew right away that you were it for me. There were no reservations or second thoughts. I saw you and, in an instant, knew in my bones, my soul had known your soul lifetimes ago.” - Beau Taplin

“Maybe you should just get over her. Meet someone else, take your mind off of her and see what happens.” Brad suggested once he ran out of advice and encouraging speeches. David was talking about her for weeks now and it was always the same things and problems over and over again and Brad just kept repeating everything he said already because he couldn’t possibly say or do anything new. And now after listening to David’s whining for almost half an hour while they drove to the party, he decided it was time to tell him the last possible suggestion he had; to move on.

David laughed at Brad’s suggestion sarcastically and focused his gaze on the road in front of him instead of on Brad’s face and the stupid grin that appeared the moment David laughed. He wasn’t even surprised by what Brad told him at this point. He understood his constant complaining and whining about his crush was annoying and he even got himself annoyed at times, but he couldn’t help it. He tried but his mind always wandered right back to her and he immediately felt the need to talk about her yet again. To everyone else, it was easy to say, “move on”. He heard it dozens of times and he heard it from people who were either in a relationship of some sort or from people who were single but not in love. So, of course, everyone suggested to move on and find someone else like it was the easiest thing ever. “I don’t think it’s gonna happen any time soon,” David mumbled after all and neither one of them continued in this conversation for the rest of the road.

David met Y/n one year ago at a party, through common friends and he liked her from the first second. Funny, sweet and kind yet still sassy and confident enough to deal with everything or everyone who bothered her. It felt nice to be around a girl who for once didn’t care about his money or fame (though David really disliked using the word ”fame”) but was genuinely interested in him and his life. David felt special at the beginning, his ego made him believe he was that special to her, but he soon learned it was just who she was. She treated everyone the same and she was interested in each one of her friends. When they met, David was going through his party stage that still continued and he had no interest in finding a serious relationship. When he wanted someone, he would find someone and he liked the freedom, the option to do whatever he wanted. To party, to sleep, to travel whenever he wanted or had time without having to consult it with someone else and making sure it was okay with them. And after learning, she saw him as another friend he didn’t think about her any differently. Until a few weeks ago when he found out she was seeing someone, a guy David seriously couldn’t stand. He knew him from clubs and parties, and he knew that guy only met trouble. He saw him get into unnecessary fights dozens of times, he saw him get aggressive when he got drunk and he generally seemed like a guy that Y/n should’ve avoided altogether. David made his aversion towards the guy very obvious and others from the group weren’t huge fans of him either. Y/n eventually stopped seeing him after he made a scene while they were out on a date and David felt relieved.

It was right then when she told David she wasn’t seeing him anymore that he realized he didn’t see her as a friend anymore and he was, in fact, developing a big crush on her. It’s been a while since the last time he had a crush on someone, and he didn’t know how to deal with all the emotions he was experiencing. He started blushing when she caught him looking at her, his palms got sweaty whenever he was around her, he felt nauseous whenever he waited for her arrival and he even had to build up a little bit of courage to start conversations with her. David caught himself smiling whenever he thought about her or when someone mentioned her name, she hardly ever left his mind and then suddenly everyone knew he liked her, and he openly talked about his crush with anyone who was willing to listen and give him advice. He felt like a little boy in school experiencing his first love. But could anyone blame him? It’s not every day you meet someone who shares the same taste in music, movies and tv shows as you. It’s not every day you meet someone with the same outlook on life and someone who you can talk with for hours and never running out of topics, someone so easy going and friendly and someone who gets you like no one else.

Every once in a while David made plans with her and her only. They went out for dinner or to the cinema, they hang out at his apartment countless names and played board games until the early hours of the morning. He invited her to some of the home games and she always showed up to cheer for them. And he always tried to gain enough courage to ask her out on an actual date but the fear of rejection and the fear of their friendship being weird afterward always scared him off and he decided it was only for the best if they remained to be just friends. That way he still got to have her in his life. It seemed like a better option than losing her.

“Alright schoolboy, better find some courage before we get up there,” Brad teased him when they got out of the car and headed to the rooftop restaurant, Pier 6, a rooftop restaurant with a beautiful view at the city and the harbor.

David spotted her in the crowd immediately. She was in a company of a few guys and she seemed to be doing just fine without David by her side while David depended on her presence because he knew Brad’s wife would arrive soon and he wasn’t in the mood to third wheel. Brad and David sat down by the bar, ordered some drinks and they just looked around to see if they would spot someone they knew and they did but no one they necessarily wanted to talk to and so they just pretended they weren’t there and they only talked together. David turned around from time to time to make sure Y/n was still at the same spot and if she was doing fine and he always found her surrounded by a group of people and with a wide smile on her beautiful face. She looked exceptionally beautiful that day. Her slightly wavy hair messily fell into her face because of the gentle breeze, she skin was dewy, and she wore a pink silk dress that hugged her body perfectly and her bright smile was the perfect cherry on top. David truly never met someone as beautiful as her.

“You’re staring,” Brad laughed and playfully punched him in his arm to get his attention.

“What?” David looked back at Brad, confused because he didn’t hear what Brad just told him and he felt a little embarrassed because he realized he kept his eyes on her for a little too long. His heart started beating faster with every beat.

“Just grab a drink and go talk to her. You’ve done that thousands of times already. And you know it’s not that hard.”

“She’s talking with someone. I’m not gonna disturb her now.”

Two hours later David found himself in the presence of some of the boys who arrived after Marchy invited them and he for once forgot all about Y/n and he had a good and he finally had a conversation that didn’t include her or his schoolboy crush as the boys called it.

“Guys look at her. Isn’t she gorgeous?” Ondrej, the newest member of the Bruins pointed at a girl standing behind them and all the boys started laughing when they saw Y/n. All of them except for David who looked embarrassed and for Ondrej who was confused about the laughing. He was the only one who knew nothing about Y/n and David’s crush on her.

“Oh, man don’t even look at her. She’s David’s love,” Coyle explained quickly and Ondrej just nodded his head and gave an apologetic smile to David who accepted it although a tiny little part of him felt jealous. It felt like someone else was checking out his girlfriend and that little part didn’t like it at all. “And here she comes.”

Y/n joined the group the second after Charlie finished his sentence and all of them smiled or chuckled nervously from the fear she heard them but they quickly figured out she probably didn’t as she didn’t look suspiciously at them. The group talked for over twenty minutes and David left them and hid at the back of the rooftop. He sipped beer and enjoyed the view at the city and the harbor from the high building and he hoped he would drink his sorrows away.

“Hiding yourself from someone?” Y/n’s soft voice disturbed his thoughts and he jumped a little because she scared him. He didn’t notice someone coming up to him. “I hope you’re not distancing yourself away from me.”

“From you? No, no of course not. Just wanted to enjoy the view,” David answered quickly, his voice was shaking, and he tried to hide his face away from him by looking in front of him instead of her. If only he could tell her he wanted quite the opposite. He wanted her for himself and he wished to be there alone with her and enjoy the views as the sun was slowly setting.

She didn’t say a word, but she walked closer to him, stopped right by his side and looked around at the city which appeared more beautiful than ever before as the last bits of sunshine made everything appear golden. “Isn’t this the most beautiful view ever?” She whispered.

“It sure is,” David smiled, looking directly at her and there wasn’t a single doubt in his mind that it was for sure the most beautiful view in the whole world. Her dewy and golden skin looked even prettier in the rays of the sunshine and the happiness in her eyes illuminated her face even more. David felt like a little boy again. Not worthy of such a beautiful, smart and kind girl.

“You’re unusually quiet today,” she said turning her head around to look at him. “Are you really okay? I’m not used to you not talking at all.” She chuckled.

“I’m fine, just thinking.” David was thinking about all his previous attempts to tell her how he felt or to ask her out on a date. All the ideas he had and almost fulfilled. From texting her to sending her a little note to having someone else tell her about his feelings. Truly like a little boy who was embarrassed to like a girl. He could feel the blood running into his face making it all red, his hands started to sweat, and he felt like he couldn’t breathe properly. If only he could just scream from the top of his lungs how much he liked her, get it off his chest for good and risk everything for the small chance of her feeling the same.

”About?” She asked.

“Nothing serious.”

They stood there in silence, hardly paying attention to the music and chatter coming from the main part of the bar and they both got lost in their own thoughts while they continued looking at the city. They both secretly glanced at each other every couple of minutes.

“I really like you,” David said randomly. The worries left him, and he was finally left with courage only. “I probably wouldn’t be able to tell you without the alcohol, but I need you to know that I like you more than a friend.”

“And it only took you a few months to tell me.” She chuckled which made David nervous. He wasn’t sure if it was a good thing or not and if she was making fun of him or not. “I like you too idiot.” She laughed and simply grabbed his hand into hers and rested her head on his shoulder. He pulled her closer and kissed the top of her head.

They went home together that night and ever since that evening, they were together most of the time and hardly ever apart.

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Note: Requested by @pastrna-lavista. I apologize it took my quite some time but I really hope you’re gonna like this at least a little bit 💘

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About-Face

“Come with me, and all you dream will be yours.”

It was tempting. Clarissa couldn’t deny that, even as her husband pouted, only half-paying attention, and her children protested.

A refusal was on the tip of her tongue, and she tried to force it out around the hard knot of helpless, impotent rage in her throat.

Brad glared when she didn’t say anything, torn between her life, her steady, boring, awful life of cleaning up after her despondent husband and their kids. Oh, she loved her children. They were the light of her life despite their frequent defiance that was only made worse by Brad’s total disinterest in them.

“I-“ she hesitated, trying again to refuse. “I-“

“Let’s go already,” Becca said impatiently, grumpy as only an overtired teenager could. “Dude, she’s married. Get lost.”

“Yeah, leave our mom alone!” Jack said, angrier than his sister, and young enough to understand only a little of their life. “Send us home!”

Brad remained silent and only checked his watch, everything about him screaming that he couldn’t care less.

She had only been kidnapped by an Elder Sorcerer who may or may not be a vampire, but sure, no big, right?

He probably hadn’t even noticed she was gone until dinner failed to show up on time. Two years of couples therapy, and they hadn’t made one damn bit of progress because he just didn’t want to.

She might be determined to make her marriage work, but it took two, and she couldn’t make him care.

He loved her, once. Back before they got married and she got pregnant. He brought her flowers and told her she was beautiful.

She couldn’t remember the last time he said the words. Hell, she couldn’t remember the last time they even kissed, outside of their once-a-month routine of hurried, unsatisfactory sex.

“Clarisse,” Erik said softly, and held out a hand to her. His black-suited form was silhouetted against the fireplace that dominated one wall, and there was the tiniest spark of hope in his eyes when he realized she was thinking about it. “Stay with me, please.”

“You kidnapped me,” she pointed out, because it was easier than a no, and she was still angry about that. “I have a family. I didn’t promise to stay.”

“I will happily host your children whenever you desire.” he told her quickly, not yet smiling, but smart enough to understand that she needed more than pretty words. For all his (probavbly) evil ways, he was a good listener. “As for the kidnapping,  I frightened you and acted without your permission. I am sorry.”

Clarisse didn’t want to be swayed by the easy, honest apology. It wasn’t the first he gave her. As soon as he discovered that she was more frightened than excited by her sudden appearance in his castle-home, he began apologizing.

He even offered to send her back, but, in a fit of selfishness, she refused, curious despite herself.

She was a stay-at-home mom with two children and a disinterested husband. The lure of a week of peace and fun, and maybe a little of the romance she desperately craved, was a siren song she couldn’t say no to.

And then Erik turned out to be someone she liked. Someone who brought her wine and suggested books and didn’t bother her as she dozed beside his pool and enjoyed the quiet.

He was also, probably, a supervillain, but that wasn’t actually as bad as she expected. He let her see his lab and everything. Sure, it was creepy, but he didn’t really seem like the world-destroying type.

“Mom!” Becca said louder, now tapping her foot like the teenager she was. Jack looked up at their father, confused as to why Brad still hadn’t said anything.

Clarisse felt the long-familiar feeling in her stomach. The one that appeared whenever her husband walked into the room, and only grew worse with his silence.

It wasn’t dread. Brad had never given her a reason to fear him. He never lifted a hand, or raised his voice to her. But dammit, was it so terrible to want a husband who wanted to see her? Who smiled with her, and talked with her, and treated her like a person, not a cleaning robot?

“I-“ she said again, feeling hasty and impulsive and torn.  “I have a husband.”

“Yes,” Erik said, met Brad’s eyes over her shoulder. “One who still hasn’t said a word to fight for you, or even to reassure you after discovering that you were kidnapped.”

“Now that’s not fair,” Brad finally woke from his stupor enough to speak. Clarisse was mildly surprised, and then angry at herself for thinking it. “I’m a good dad, buddy!”

“Perhaps,” Erik allowed with a snide little smile that suggested that Brad was the lowest of the low. “Perhaps you are, although I doubt it. But your wife has been gone for a week, and you have not even tried to tell her that you love her.”

“Erik,” Clarisse pointed out sharply, and had the pleasure of seeing both men wince. “That was uncalled-for.”

There was a choice to make, and it was hers. Neither of them were allowed to take that choice out of her hands.

A week in Erik’s imposing fortress had taught her a lot about pushing her own boundaries, but also about the dreams and hopes she gave up when she married a used-car salesman, had kids, and gave up everything.

One way or another, things were changing after today.

Protests came from the kids again and she turned on them, entirely fed up with their whining. For once in her life, they were going to listen, and actually mind her without throwing tantrums about it.

“Stop,” she said flatly, in a tone she had never used before and was long overdue. A snap of her fingers summoned Erik’s ever-present butler Val, who Clarisse liked very much. “Val, take them to my rooms please. Kids, we will discuss this later.”

“But-“ Becca yelped as Val, who looked somewhat dead but was the very soul of efficiency, herded them towards the door. “Mom!”

Brad watched, stunned back into silence by her short commands. That was just as well. She had more to say, and it was his turn.

“Brad,” she said, trembling inside at her own boldness. “We’ve tried tomake this work. Two years of counseling and nothing is better. I want a divorce.”

“What-“ he stared at her and Clarisse felt a little thrill. Finally, for the first time in years, she had all of his attention. “Clarisse, you can’t be serious. You’re leaving me? For him? He looks like a scarecrow!”

Erik blinked, but Clarisse cut him off before he could even open his mouth.

“I am leaving you,” she said, getting angrier with every word. As if she couldn’t make up her own mind when she had enough. “Because nothing is better. I am so unhappy, day in and day out, and you don’t care. You don’t even speak to me most days.”

Val reappeared just at the right moment and Clarisse caught his eye again.

“Please escort him-“ she wasn’t sure where. Fortunately the butler was a professional.

“We have a number of guest rooms near your suit, Mrs. Connor. Shall I escort Mr. Connor to one of those until travel plans are finalized?’

Everyone should have a butler. They were amazing. “Yes please. Erik, do you-“

Erik shook his head and lifted a hand. “Of course. Val, give him the Blue Room and install the children in the suite beside it. They will be more comfortable in their own rooms, I am sure. Give them access to the pool and games rooms as well.”

“Sir. Mr. Connor, this way.”

Clarisse stared Brad down for a moment, and rounded on Erik before her courage could fail. He also looked stunned, but also impressed. When he met her eyes, he smiled slowly and knelt before her.

“What do you wish of me?” he asked softly as if her husband wasn’t sputtering behind her. “All of my resources are at your disposal.”

“Thank you,” she said, and pulled him to his feet. He curled his cool fingers around hers. “I can’t do a relationship. Not yet. Maybe not soon. Can you deal with that?”

He considered it briefly. “Can we be friends until you decide?”

The question was so offhanded that Clarisse had to laugh. “Yes, we can be friends.”

“Then yes,” he said gently, and pressed a kiss to her knuckles. “Clarisse, you are a remarkable woman. For all that I would love to pay court to you, if we never become more than friends, I am still richer for your presence in my life.”

“You sure?”

“Completely. Now, shall I call for my attorney, or would you prefer to speak with your children first?”

“Will the attorney be okay if I day-drink?” She felt cored-out and hollow as the adrenalin of the last few minutes wore off. “I really need something harder than tea.”

“He would tell you to do whatever helps,” Erik assured her and ushered her into his office. A push of a button called for the as-of-yet-unseen legal aid even as Clarisse sank down into one of the comfortable chairs with a sigh of relief. “And so would I. Whiskey, vodka, or gin?”

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The Cats of the Zodiac: Libra, Scorpio, Sagittarius, Capricorn, Aquarius and Pisces

Libra

The Libra cat is a people person and her personality is motivated towards establishing good relationships with others. The single life is an incomplete one to Libra and so she needs to relate. The first six signs of the zodiac focused on the individual while the second half turns their attention outward. Such a pussy cat needs to live in a harmonious environment and is immediately aware of any imbalance. Libra has a natural charm that is instantly inviting, and you will feel that this kitty really likes you, and she really does see something positive and lovable in everybody.

Pussy galore may flutter her eyelashes at you because she loves flattery, and is usually very aware of her appearance. This is also another Venusian cat that likes to be surrounded by beautiful things, whether its art, fabrics, luxurious floral displays, she is not fond of rough, ugly or dirty conditions. The Libran kitty is very sociable and companionable and feels happiest in the company of others. The liking for the opposite sex is usually very noticeable in this sign.

Just because the Libran cat is quite attractive to have around this doesn’t mean that she lacks intelligence, she is not just a piece of fluffy bundle of fur, Libra is an active sign intellectually and it is believed that she possesses both opposite sexes within her. This kitty is comfortable with both her femininity and her cat-like intelligence.

Libra also likes sitting on the garden fence, and may not choose one side over the other. You have one of the more civilised and elegant cats on your hands, and she is unlikely to be deliberately cruel and injure another. Libra has an inability to deal with unpleasant situations, and negative emotions in the environment. However, just having her around makes people want to come together in harmony and she knows how to bridge opposites and smooth any household conflict over, turning her place of residence into a sanctuary of beauty, peace and a generally pleasant atmosphere.

Scorpio

The Scorpio cat is one you can safely bare your soul to, but the way she stares at you, it’s like she already knows all your closely guarded secrets. Though she may only appoint a few trusted companions in her household, and ones that she knows deep enough to express her dark and passionate nature.

Scorpio is a deeply emotional cat, so don’t be afraid of real relating. There is nothing superficial about this moggy, and she does not take intimacy lightly. The Scorpio cat is intense about life and people and looks for deep meaning in all her interactions.

Some people may get a bit spooked out about her, and often she appears to possess a magical and mysterious power. Scorpio is subtle, complex and never obvious. Some unfairly label Scorpio as a vicious and violent cat, but many observations are unfairly warranted:”An examination of 34 cases of violent crimes (admittedly an insufficient number, but nevertheless enough to merit consideration) shows that the number of bodies in Scorpio is actually below the average, whilst a Scorpio Ascendant is frequent in cases of outstanding success. It seems well in any discussion of this sign, to begin with a clearing of its character.”The Principles of Astrology

The Scorpio cat is monogamous and loyal and if you are the lucky chosen one she wants to share her life with, she will put you above all other relationships. This is how much you mean to her, but mock her sensitivity and feelings for intimacy, and you may never see her again – expect her to withdraw completely. All the famous possessiveness, pride and intensity also exist within her profound nature. This kitty will share in your pain and will be there in the most traumatic times of your life. Scorpio is unflinching about the raw emotional aspects of relating, and whereas other signs will not be able to deal with the horrors of life, her strength of will, courage and loyalty are second to none.

Sagittarius

The Sagittarius cat is ruled by the planet Jupiter, the king of the gods and the largest planet in our solar system. In mythology, Zeus was always chasing after something, and usually women, so this kind of tomcat may be the father to thousands of kittens. This feline is restless and hungry for experience, and needs personal freedom to an extraordinary degree, and likes to meet exciting people along his journey. I would not try to over-domesticate this kitty because he will find a way out.

Sagittarius is also incredibly lucky so get him to kiss your lottery ticket, or even better, get him to help you choose the numbers. Sagittarius may also be very religious, so a nice devout family may suit him well. We may even find many a Sagittarian cat living in churches or travelling with gypsies, he needs to feel that he is moving all the time. Sagittarius likes to feel like the whole world is an open door. The Saggy cat is very independent, and many a cat is often jealous of his fun and interesting lifestyle.

Sagittarius is the most volatile of the fire signs and is forever pushing the boundaries, seeing just what he can get away with. Being larger than life he tends to miss what is right under his button nose, and may even bump into things. However, being so far sighted he can see far-off into the horizon, towards the next big adventure in his life.

Though you may sometimes feel as if he is giving you a judgmental look, he does have the tendency to be blunt and certainly isn’t opinionless. Sometimes he is pretty right about what he intuits. Sagittarius has a belief in life, and never loses hope for the future, and will bring more expansiveness and luck into your home, as long as you always keep the back door open for him to explore the world outside, so he knows he can come and go as he pleases.

Capricorn

The Capricorn cat would probably do well in a business-like family; she is often mature beyond her years and may display an unusual seriousness even as a kitten. Life is a serious business fur this one, and she has a deep sense of responsibility towards the family. This cat seems to possess an innate wisdom and understanding about the world that far surpasses her age. The Capricorn feline is the unseen power behind any household; she values support and security and has a managing instinct that other cats cannot even compare with. It is believed, Capricorn’s age backwards, so rent Brad Pitt’s (stellium in Capricorn) movie “The Curious Case of Benjamin Button” and she will surely appreciate the significance behind it. As she ages, her spirit seems to become lighter, and she lets go of carrying the heavy burdens like she did in her tender years, and perhaps becomes tougher as time passes.

This kitty values hard-work, persistence, and reliability, and may set herself goals like climbing the top of a mountain, exploring barren stony slopes. Each and every step is evaluated, calculated, and cleverly contemplated before she has even stepped onto her path. It is not always easy to get to know her straight away, and this is because she has learned to keep a part of herself guarded, and has a certain level of mistrust. Sometimes there are complex issues with authority figures early on, and she may have had caretakers who tried to control or dominate her soul, and sometimes they provide too much for her.

The Capricorn cat needs to learn to stand on her own four feet, rely on her strength through much self- effort; she is self-disciplined with a realistic head. It is hard to fool this cat; she’s knows a lot about the real world out there. There is a preoccupation in this sign for survival, struggle and testing. The Capricorn kitty is a most reliable companion and she has the enormous power of the earth.

Aquarius

The Aquarius (water bearer) cat, would suit being in an environment where the humans are humanitarians trying to find the answers to mankind’s woes because she believes in the common good. This kitty might like to hang around the local council, committees and progressive groups and places of great architecture.

The Aquarian is a little genius, but she may appear as if she is living in the future and not really grounded in the here and now, and is not always realistic. Perhaps she likes gazing at the night sky for astronomical or astrological purposes, she may even like sitting next to the computer and looks genuinely interested about the workings of many systems – technological and universal.

Aquarius is the water bearer who represents the bringing of knowledge, so she needs to be around people who share this vision, but she doesn’t usually like getting her own paws wet (a cat being a far-sighted visionary is a hard thing to believe, but just play along). The Aquarius cat may sometimes give the impression of being a touch impersonal and detached, she might even appear unconventional, and is usually independent, expressing herself in a calm, civilised and removed manner.

Aquarius is capable of immense loyalty and dedication, but she may find it hard to express her personal needs and may possess a sort of rigid pride. Your Promethean cat is filled with both mind and spirit and she is quite a liberal cat to have around, she is an inspiring companion in any household, and is quite fond of observing human behaviour. Aquarius enjoys the company of others, and is friendly and be drawn to interesting, unusual or slightly eccentric owners.

Pisces

The Pisces cat, may enjoy being by the ocean, or watching the fishes in the garden pond, and she doesn’t want to attack them, but longs to join in. All creatures have originated from water and the Pisces cat longs to return. To love this moggy is to love her sometimes confusing nature, impenetrable depths and changing moods, but behind her eyes – lies the beauty of the ocean.

The Piscean feline is a dreamy looking creature, and she may come across as a complex and otherworldly being. A Piscean characteristics involve hidden watery depths, sudden storms, and strong shifting currents. She lives in the deepest waters of the human psyche (don’t roll your eyes, a cat can be deep and mysterious) and she is a very compassionate, feeling and sensitive kitty. Often very misunderstood, her motivations are not always clearly seen by others.

On the surface, she may seem helpless and weak and her owner may feel they have to protect this vulnerable kitty because she doesn’t appear to be all that worldly. Watch out she doesn’t play on this ability to attract sympathy. Generally, she can feel victimized in life, and get herself into some terrible scrapes, and she can’t always claw her way out, so she always needs some form of rescuing. Sometimes she lets out a pitiful meow that melts even the hardest of hearts, and there is a softness about that is completely enchanting. Pisces whirlpool eyes express the inner yearnings of her soul (she is one bottomless kitty), and she has an unusual, but demonstrative silence. There is a great enigma behind her quietness, and elusive charm.

A Pisces cat doesn’t cope well with limitations, and at times, it may appear as if she has transformed into many different characters, and slips into other roles rather too easily. Our Piscean feline may also disappear frequently, so she can be quite unfathomable, but usually, she is evasive in spirit, but sometimes disappears physically for a while to refresh herself. Pisces will make a devoted, gentle and tender companion, so treat her fragility with care.

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